Dead, black eyes leave your senses cold. The presence of Death is palatable. Beneath the armors he wears, his grey-green skin is drawn tight to scarred bones. Every muscle and sinew is visable through his decay. Weapons hang freely from his sides, all of them blood stained and notched. He bears the mark of Time, engraved upon his chestplate and spaulders. Once a great Troll amongst the legions of Lord Cyric, a disease ate away slowly at his body until death encompassed him. Again he has arisen, leading armies of the living against the opposing forces. Contripuntal sounds of bone and determination reverberate with every lanky step, all while foaming retorts in a grossly mauled language shoot from his mouth like boulders falling on a halfling. With the new era upon us and the madness fading, Zeltor walks forward with a tried and true demeanor all while reaping the fields of the coming war. Vector has been tipping the power too long... Doma is gone but this transgression shall not be Forgotten.
We are a government. We have no care for your religion. You are free to worship any God, Goddess, or tree you so desire. We will offer you sanctuary within our lands for your ceremonies but we are not concerned with your deity.
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Legacy IV
The feather swiftly ran over the paper as Ror wrote his report. Dipping it into ink every now and then, he kept a steady pace with little to no staining. A blue-white crystal was lying on a pile of paper in front of him. He was using it as a paperweight... And drawing its shape onto the paper as part of the report. After half a hour of writing, he laid down the feather and let the last of the ink dry. His hand moved over to the crystal and touched it. 'How fares the test?' asked Ror by thought, and the voice of one of his assistants told him in his head that it went well. He nodded to himself and let go of the crystal. And turned the page, blowing a bit against the paper to dry the last of the ink. He then picked up the feather again and resumed his writing, outlining the test-phase. By the time he had reached the bottom of the paper, another half hour had passed. He placed the feather back in the ink well and waited a bit before filing the report. He tucked it under his arm and pocketed the crystal before walking out of his office. Down the hallway, he opened the door to Zeltor's office and placed the report on his desk, before walking back to the hangar.
In the hangar his assistants were testing the properties and spellstrength of the other crystal. As Ror approached, he took the crystal from his pocket and then placed it in the slot across the other. 'Still everything faring well?' A curt nod answered his question and Ror smiled. He opened his uniform and removed a folded paper sheet from a pocket, handing it over to the nearest assistant. 'Infuse this spell in the both of them,' he said, 'I will be at the archive. If anything is amiss, let me know.' He then turned and walked away. The assistant that had received the paper unfolded it and read the spell, his eyes enlarging, 'Damn!' This caught the attention of the other, who looked up from his work and turned his head to see, 'A protective spell? Oh, nasty!' The first sighed, 'Safety for everything I guess. Alright, let's get to work.'
With a click the magical lock of the door to the archive unlocked and a second later Ror swooped into the room otherwise occupied by dust and cabinets, closing the door behind him. He snapped his fingers and placed an instantly created ball of light on a cabinet top, before turning his attention to the cabinets themselves. He opened a cabinet drawer and scanned the labels. Closing the drawer again, he opened another drawer and scanned labels once again. He frowned, then picked a file from the cabinet. It said, "RESTRICTION LEVEL 1" on the cover. Ror opened it and leaned against one of the cabinets as his eyes scanned the contents.
'My, my, Throm, I guess rumours were right after all,' said Ror to himself and he smirked broadly,
'You DID experiment with black makou...'
In the hangar his assistants were testing the properties and spellstrength of the other crystal. As Ror approached, he took the crystal from his pocket and then placed it in the slot across the other. 'Still everything faring well?' A curt nod answered his question and Ror smiled. He opened his uniform and removed a folded paper sheet from a pocket, handing it over to the nearest assistant. 'Infuse this spell in the both of them,' he said, 'I will be at the archive. If anything is amiss, let me know.' He then turned and walked away. The assistant that had received the paper unfolded it and read the spell, his eyes enlarging, 'Damn!' This caught the attention of the other, who looked up from his work and turned his head to see, 'A protective spell? Oh, nasty!' The first sighed, 'Safety for everything I guess. Alright, let's get to work.'
With a click the magical lock of the door to the archive unlocked and a second later Ror swooped into the room otherwise occupied by dust and cabinets, closing the door behind him. He snapped his fingers and placed an instantly created ball of light on a cabinet top, before turning his attention to the cabinets themselves. He opened a cabinet drawer and scanned the labels. Closing the drawer again, he opened another drawer and scanned labels once again. He frowned, then picked a file from the cabinet. It said, "RESTRICTION LEVEL 1" on the cover. Ror opened it and leaned against one of the cabinets as his eyes scanned the contents.
'My, my, Throm, I guess rumours were right after all,' said Ror to himself and he smirked broadly,
'You DID experiment with black makou...'
Log: 17062012 - Ror and Zeltor
OOC commentary: After reading all clan helpfiles, Ror decided to join the TriPower Kingdom. However, since his levelling was slow (45k/lvl), no application note had been send yet. The ability to write notes did not become available until level 16. In the mean time Ror met Zeltor in Westbridge though:
TriPower and You.
General Zeltor Gor'lk has issued a statement reguarding new recruitment in his personal unit.
On this day, I have opened up some quarters in order to take in some new blood for my team. People that may have interest in joining our cause through military prowess, please contact the leaders of the TriPower nation. Any questions can and will be answered in a timely basis. There will be a screening process so if you are hooked on samatak, apply with Vector.
Zeltor
On this day, I have opened up some quarters in order to take in some new blood for my team. People that may have interest in joining our cause through military prowess, please contact the leaders of the TriPower nation. Any questions can and will be answered in a timely basis. There will be a screening process so if you are hooked on samatak, apply with Vector.
Zeltor
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